Tuned into a webstream of Nabucco right at Va, Pensiero. Indeed. Quomodo in terra aliena...
Actually, I think if I had a foothold on this side of the world, I might be able to do some real work. But as a tourist, I'm a reader, and I watch the goings-on at the theatres and the coffeehouses carefully. Harps slung on the trees for the nonce. (Which is, objectively speaking, a waste of a perfectly good pint.)